Interview with the Cosmo Cleaners Uranium Club

Is my face tired?
Is my hairline receding?
Does she wake the same way?
I watched her sleeping as I left the apartment and hit the streets And I am going to be five minutes late today
A sorry amount of time to fret over
But then again, some significance must be held
Since it is the third time I’ve thought of it already

Ten blocks
Perpetual motion
Swinging like the pendulum of time itself
The crowds flood the streets
Everyone walking like there’s seemingly no tomorrow
The buildings stand like giant gravestones, erect to themselves
And in broad daylight I feel as if I am slowly breaking down
When’s it going to be my turn?

It’s my job that keeps the trains on time
I keep the ladders clean
I let the others climb
(I’m sorry to have to burst your balloon like this
But the seat is taken)
We’ve got another mess coming in on platform 3!
(You could stand if you’d like but I think you’d better lie down)
I’ll fill out the paperwork
(Both) But I don’t need to know what it means